In my mind this is an obvious follow up to my previous Natural History post. More early-oughts NYC indie pop, with their own unique twists. French kicks were more apt to put some abrasion in their guitar tones. At the same time, their vocal harmonies could be sweeter and smoother than their gotham contemporaries. The reviewer who caught this album at pitchfork invoked Hall & Oates as a referential put-down. In my book, that's a compliment. Blue eyed soul never got any smoother or sweeter than that Philly duo's peak run a couple decades ago. For what it's worth, I think there's a touch of Prince in some of the vocals and songwriting, too.
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